Grumpy Gal

(growl-huff) Four pounds of absolute fury

In a pink knitted sweater

She looks at the world like a jury

And decides she likes nothing better

Than complaining (hmph)

Oh, she's the queen

of the rug

But she hates

every hug

Smallest teeth

in the land Growling at an empty hand

(grrrr) Such a grump,

such a sweet

little girl

Twelve years old and missing three teeth

But her spirit is giant and fierce

There's a warm little puddle underneath

And a bark that could practically pierce

The front window

(yip yip)

She is finally asleep

On her favorite velvet chair (snore-wheeze) Goodnight,

you tiny terror